birdsheart

patrick wolf by yves borgwardt

(the smiths)

sail away, sail away my little boy
let the wind fill your heart with light and joy
sail away my little boy

let the rain wash away your cloudy days
sail away into a dream
let the wind send you a fantasy
of the ancient silver sea

now you see that only dreams
can send you where you want to be
now you find those faces
are not holding places
where you thought they’d be
and later as you go again
you will agree

that it was all a dream

nico (ari’s song)

Log of the »Demeter«, Varna to Whitby

4 August. Still fog, which the sunrise cannot pierce, I know there is sunrise because I am a sailor, why else I know not. I dared not go below, I dared not leave the helm, so here all night I stayed, and in the dimness of the night I saw it, Him! God, forgive me, but the mate was right to jump overboard. It was better to die like a man. To die like a sailor in blue water, no man can object. But I am captain, and I must not leave my ship. But I shall baffle this fiend or monster, for I shall tie my hands to the wheel when my strength begins to fail, and along with them I shall tie that which He, It, dare not touch. And then, come good wind or foul, I shall save my soul, and my honour as a captain. I am growing weaker, and the night is coming on. If He can look me in the face again, I may not have time to act… If we are wrecked, mayhap this bottle may be found, and those who find it may understand. If not… well, then all men shall know that I have been true to my trust. God and the Blessed Virgin and the Saints help a poor ignorant soul trying to do his duty …

dracula (bram stoker)